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And weakness was my playground. Later that night, after laughing about her clumsy performance over dinner with my friends, I did something that would really cement her shame. I posted the pictures on a website I’d found, a forum devoted to mocking people like Julia. I titled it, “Julia the Loser Club.” I uploaded her pictures, added captions about her clumsiness, the way she carried other people’s stuff, the expression on her face when she fell. The likes and comments rolled in quickly. People I didn’t even know were laughing at her, judging her. It was intoxicating.

Next time, drop something behind the camera… something that will actually make you happy. Then I hit post. The internet exploded in under a minute. Reposts. Laughs. Memes. People quoting my comment with “LISA ATE” Others tagging friends saying “NOT HER EXPOSED LIKE THIS” It was chaos…. My chaos. I never imagined I’ll be so into the internet this way… but I like it anyway. Brian came home into my room in no time. “What did you do?” “Nothing,” I said sweetly, showing him the screen. He leaned closer… then burst out laughing so hard he had to hold the wall.

Plus, all the groupies on the message board said he had a huge cock. Tommy couldn't have known how bad my celeb crush really was. He couldn't have known about all the sleepless nights I'd spent laying in bed, one hand between my legs as I stared at the bulge in Contendah's pants on my "Dat Krew" poster. Nor could he have known about my second, secret Tumblr account where I spent my time reblogging interracial p**n and messaging that chick from Atlanta who said she'd slept with the Krew before they really got big.

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She turned her laptop screen toward me, showing a social media post that had already gotten dozens of likes and shares. The post featured several photos from the party, the one covered in paint, the moment I kissed Xavier, when Jasper handed me a drink, and a particularly unflattering shot of me walking away. The caption read: "The dirty queen surrenders to twins' hotness. Tara can’t handle the twins' magic. #PartyFail #TwinTrouble #Desperate" "They posted this, too?" I asked, scrolling through the cruel comments. Melissa nodded miserably. "They have accounts on every platform. It's already been shared hundreds of times."

"Just try." He sighed and typed something in. Hit enter. The page loaded and we were in. I grinned. "See? Easy." We spent the next hour going through everything. Her I*******m posts were boring. School stuff. Books. Pictures with Ava. Nothing useful. Her T*****r was the same. Her F******k was practically empty because who even used F******k anymore?

My mother was quiet for a few seconds. "That's good. If you don't want to stay at school, come home." "Okay." After hanging up, I opened Twitter. The top trending tag was: #InfluencerSunnyFallsFromCliff. The second was: #MomentTheRopeSnapped. The third was: #LenaMacmillan. I tapped into the third one. The pinned post was from a gossip account.

her . @ohplzbitchcamismine um, is it just me or is no one wondering how fkin creepy & stalkerish this is? like she literally tagged along to the party to invade their privacy and then took pictures and shit and posted it all over the internet when they were sharing an intimate moment?? and now we are here discussing it?? Tf, they are humans too ong @taylorfixme gtfo if u dont wanna see this shit?? dont ruin the fun for us tf

Tomas muttered gleefully from the kitchen island, snacking on his third cookie. “That’s the limited edition tantrum bag,” I replied dryly. “Shame it didn’t come with a limited edition conscience.” Then came Ivy. Screenshots from her “private” finsta leaked—begging a man named Uncle Vince to cover her lip filler appointment because, in her words, “I can’t look poor at brunch again, I’ll literally die.” She attached her bank details, selfies with duck lips mid-procedure, and—my personal favorite—an audio recording where she told a friend, “I don’t even like him, I just pretend to be dumb and giggle. He gives better tips that way.”

KeyboardFury posted, no longer gloating but whining. [Damn! Been unlucky lately. Sprained my ankle on flat ground, choked on water, and a month-long project got axed today.] The comments mocked him. [Too much lobster. Karma's calling?] [Hogging the spotlight? Heaven's clapping back!] [Wish for pig brain soup tomorrow. Maybe your project will pass.] More anomalies followed. A female hater, after receiving 30 days of deliveries, posted in a beauty forum about unbearable rashes, while tests revealed nothing.